Final light subsides
The day is gone the night has come
What lies in waiting
Hours of time go by
Pleasure, experience, sensation
Whirling into a form
Neurons composing a timeless memory
This is your life
This is your time
Life is what you do
It is what you make of it
Enjoy all that you can


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Hi folks, I'm a software development manager. I've worked with computers most of my life. I write a poem a day about whatever strikes my fancy. I hope they make you smile.